They never stop, they never see, Because they live so thoughtlessly. No one corrects the things they do, So every wrong feels right and true. They walk in groups that think alike, No questions asked, no urge to fight. They lie, they cheat, they cause distress, Yet never pause to second-guess. If m...Read more
I wandered deep in painted sleep, Where echoes swam and shadows weep. The walls would breathe, the sky would hum, And time unstitched where I had come. A garden stretched—a whispered past, Eden’s bones in green held fast. I watched them name the wind, the beast, The sea that roared, the earth that...Read more
What woes I curse, what burdens I despise, Shall one day be the gifts my heart shall prize. The trials now that bend my weary frame, Shall fashion strength where once was only shame. The pain I flee, the sorrow I abhor, May yet become the key to wisdom’s door. For every tear that falls upon my chee...Read more
Your hands move slow, deliberate, tracing fire where my pulse betrays me. Fingers, featherlight, then firm— a symphony of touch, a whispered plea. Your lips find the hollow of my throat, soft at first, then open, wanting. Teeth tease, tongue lingers, a slow, aching kind of haunting. I breathe you ...Read more
Forgive yourself, so small, so new, Crying for things you never knew. The world was vast, so strange, so wide, With wonder mixed with fear inside. Forgive yourself, that child so wild, Who raced through days with hopes so mild. You whined for toys, for treats you craved, You thought the world was t...Read more
she sits in the front pew bright, A Sunday saint in the morning light. Her smile so wide, her hands so kind, To strangers, she’s generous, pure of mind. But in her home, the story’s told, Of a woman whose heart is icy and cold. Nit-picking each detail, each small flaw, She expects perfection, w...Read more
Beneath the sky of silver lace, A child was born with fleeting grace. Her hands knew labor, rough yet true, She stitched, she baked, she pushed on through. Like Cinderella, bound to chores, Yet longing for much more than doors. She swept the floors, spun the thread, But dreamed of where her heart h...Read more